Chain Smoker Lyrics - Acid Rap - Chance The Rapper

Still a chain smoking 

Name dropping 

Good looking 

Muh' fucking 

Motha, shut your mouth 

Brain broken 

Frank Ocean listening 

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping 

Paint dripping 

Motha, shut your mouth 

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Somebody pray for the god, oh lord 

I wonder what Michael's on 

Son jammin' to his shit 

Rappin' trappin' trippin' 'cid 

And sniffing glue and chewing Vicodin 

Shoulda died- yelling YOLO was a lie 

And you a liar wonder why you wanna die so young 

You and I look just alike 

And I'm afraid that this one right here 

Might be the last time that I write a song 

Lot of niggas wanna go out with a bang 

But I ain't tryna go out at all 

So I ain't tryna go out at all 

Got a lot of ideas still to throw out the door 

Last chance joint gotta be a dance joint 

From an introspective drugged out standpoint 

Throw bands joint, wanna hold hands joint 

Old school for my own old man joint 

Photos 

Still a chain smoking 

Name dropping 

Good looking 

Muh' fucking 

Motha, shut your mouth 

Brain broken 

Frank Ocean listening 

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping 

Paint dripping 

Motha, shut your mouth 

This part right here, right now 

Right here, this part my shit 

I play this so loud in the car 

Forget to park my whip 

I lean back, then spark my shit 

I turn up, I talk my shit 

Hope you love all of my shit 

I hope you love all of my shit (IGH) 

Why toss my filter when she saved my life? 

The same shit that kills us, always taste so right 

That's why I pray to the dear lord 

God know who he be 

Truth be told he juiced me 

Introduced me to the lucy leaf 

Oh oh oh, I seen the light, I lost my lighter 

Big flip, kick to heaven and the bucket, fuck your supplier 

Lies, Levis on fire 

Flyer on the wall I'm brighter 

In the darkness of the night 

In the sky I get higher, higher 

Still a chain smoking 

Name dropping 

Good looking 

Muh' fucking 

Motha, shut your mouth 

Brain broken 

Frank Ocean listening 

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping 

Paint dripping 

Motha, shut your mouth 

This part right here, right now 

Right here, this part my shit 

I play this so loud in the car 

Forget to park my whip 

I lean back, then spark my shit 

I turn up, I talk my shit 

Hope you love all of my shit 

I hope you love all of my shit (IGH) 

Still a chain smoking 

Name dropping 

Good looking 

Muh' fucking 

Motha, shut your mouth 

Brain broken 

Frank Ocean listening 

Stain hitting, satin woodgrain gripping 

Paint dripping 

Motha, shut your mouth